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Mar 27
still must n´t whine-
there was a time!
we had cities of tent
card board boxes..!

champagne
and sports car
our growth industries-
we went to war

for some distant shepards..
we became america-
somehow,
i did not know..

hard to know what history
would say..but i went away..
to blue skies and very
small rooms..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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